Wednesday, September 30, 2020

COVID 19 - Note to Our Readers

Although we here at The World on Wheels exist to promote travel, especially travel for special needs, we realize that this is NOT the time to go out and travel this fascinating world. We will still be running new posts and rotating previous posts and encourage you to enjoy vicarious travel from your armchair.

We are confident that all will be well and this will pass but, for now, please stay home and make plans for your trips after this has passed. In the meantime, please enjoy our travel posts (which have all taken place before this blew up) and stay well.

Monday, August 3, 2020

The Move: From Indian Casinos to Accessible Gold Rush Living


After a harrowing, snowy drive over the mountains from Los Angeles, we rested up for a night in Visalia before arriving at the Jackson Rancheria Casino Hotel in the foothills east of Jackson, California.

That same storm has hit this region and we arrive to a rare coating of snow here at the 1500 foot elevation of Jackson (see pic above). We're hoping there won't be more because I want to be safe and I really don't want to have to put chains on our tires.

As always, the staff at the Rancheria are excellent and have a very nice room waiting for us. Housekeeping gets us a roll-away from another floor...where they have better and newer portable beds, apparently...so that we all have a comfortable place to sleep.

It's very welcoming after the packing, the cleaning, the moving...all the frustrations of leaving a long-time home...plus a very hard journey up.  With L.A. in our rear view mirror, a world of the unknown looms ahead of us.


Enjoying a nice breakfast at Margaret's Cafe, we plot out our next moves. We'll be heading down the hill to meet the owners of the house for a walk-through of the property. They'll be vacating later tonight...my mover keeps calling me to see if he can get his guys in a day early but I've told him many times, no...and then we'll pick it up in the morning.

The main obstacle for us has been access for Tim to the house. Due to it being in a flood zone, the floor level of the house is raised four feet off of the ground. I had ordered some aluminum wheelchair ramps from a company in Wisconsin. Heavy snow there delayed delivery for weeks but, finally, the day before we're to meet the old owners the ramps showed up.

When we arrive, they are in boxes on the side of the house.  I open up the long one (ten feet) and we prop it up against the front steps of the house to give Tim a temporary but steep way in. I stood behind him to brace as he went up.

The old owners are nice people, a retired couple getting ready for a big move to Finland, which is the home country of the wife. The husband shows me several 'smart' features of the house...sprinklers, cameras, lights, etc...and says "you'll figure it out" when I ask how they work (note - I didn't so I operate them manually now).

Tim is impressed with his new home. This is the first time he's been inside.  After chatting for awhile, we leave them to finish their packing and we go back to the casino.


It's bright and early the next morning as we go to meet our movers who said they'd be there at 8am. We're there at 7:30 and they're already waiting outside.

Letty gets the keys we received yesterday and lets herself in to our new home for the first time as unencumbered owners.

We put the 10 foot ramp back in and find a place for Tim to be comfortable in and out of the way while the heavy work begins. There is no internet or TV yet so that will be quite a chore for him. The movers chat with him as they go, trying to keep him involved so he doesn't get bored. Tim's being a trooper, though. No complaints from him.

It's about a four hour unload of the truck. I tip the movers, who did a great job, and they're off to try to make it back to L.A. before another predicted snow storm closes the Grapevine. They were lucky and made it back before it did.


We spend the rest of the day unpacking boxes, getting as much stuff out as we could and throwing any boxes that can wait into an extra bedroom that we're not using yet. Around dinner time, we head back to the casino for one more night...I wanted to stay here for another day to get some rest in an uncluttered room and also to give Tim one more shower since it had a roll-in shower and our new home did not.

The next morning, we check out of the hotel for good and head to actually move into our house.

Yesterday, while the movers were unloading, I had to partially demolish the shower in Tim's bathroom. With the glass doors on it, I would not be able to get Tim's shower chair into it.


For now, I've taken those doors off, put in an aluminum threshold ramp, and am able to somewhat roll Tim's shower chair in but he has to take showers in a reclining position until we get that fixed.

This morning, I have to build a better ramp for Tim. This will also be temporary, just so he can come and go in and out of the house as he pleases.

The ramps I bought were 10 feet and 8 feet long, respectively. I bought these two because it was much less that way than trying to buy an 18 foot or 20 foot ramp.  I'll build a landing ramp to connect the two so he'll have 18 feet of ramp that won't be nearly as steep as just the 10 foot ramp.

To do this quickly and cheaply, I decided that I'll get some 4x4 foot wooden pallets and nail them together.


It's a 35 minute drive to the town of Galt where the closest pallet recycler I could find was.  I drive into the yard and try to buy three but only two would fit in my van.  I'll get some 4x4 inch boards to build a square frame underneath them so I'll still be about as high as three pallets would be. The cost of this solution is $15.

I got three very nasty splinters loading them in. That'll teach me to forget the gloves. It's a painful cure as Letty removes them with a needle but it heals fast.

After nailing the pallets and 4x4's together into a 16 inch high turning platform, it's time to attach the heavy ramps to the deck, the pallets, and the ground. Luckily, a new neighbor...the former mayor of the town...came by to introduce himself and he helped me pick up the ramps and place them in the proper spot for mounting.


I don't think it came out too bad, do you?

Once that is done, Tim and I go back in to call up Dish TV to re-install our service and the local Internet company to hook us up.

Letty and I spend the rest of the day unpacking. Tim comes out to help me rip apart the cardboard boxes and smash them flat with his heavy wheelchair.

Worn out, we sleep soundly for the first night in our new house.  Trip accomplished but, this time, we won't be heading back to Los Angeles.

Darry Musick
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Sunday, August 2, 2020

THE COCKTAIL HOUR: Hotel Room Cadillac Margaritas


Hi everybody, we're back!

We recently moved from Southern California to Northern California and are finally getting to the point where we have a little extra time to pay attention to our blogs at The Musick Channel again.

Let's get things started off with a new cocktail hour.

If you follow this blog, you know that we love a good margarita. I hate going to a bar or restaurant, ordering one, and then finding out they just used basic margarita mix and a shot of tequila. We appreciate those bartenders that take the time to mix each ingredient from scratch...like the bartenders we featured in our "Southern California's Top Three Margaritas" video.

Well, we left our comfy confines in the San Gabriel Valley, east of Los Angeles, and bought a house up here in the Gold Country of California's Motherlode region. We can't wait to settle in but, in the meantime, we have to spend a few nights at an Indian casino...the Jackson Rancheria in Jackson, California...until our sellers have moved out and we're cleared to move in.

Jackson Rancheria is a nice resort and casino but it's almost dry. Only one bar here that opens up at night...what're we to do?

Luckily, we're not packed for travel. We're packed for moving.  I find the bag with the tequila, sweet and sour mix, some limes, brandy, and Grand Marnier. That's right...I have a Cadillac margarita bag packed for our adventure.

What I don't have is a cocktail shaker, salt, or glasses.  Hmmm....how will we swing this?

The solution is a couple of salt packets my wife has in her purse, an empty water bottle, and the plastic glasses put in our room by the hotel's housekeeping staff.

I cut the limes, run them around the rim of the glasses, dump the salt out on a flat surface (an empty snack bowl we had), and make the drink.


In the empty water bottle, it's two shots of tequila, 1.5 shots of Grand Marnier, a splash of brandy, and the juice of one whole lime. Squeezing in that lime juice was the hardest part. Fill the bottle with sweet and sour until 2/3 full. Cap and shake.

Fill the two glasses with ice (procured from our floor's ice machine) and pour the mixture in.


Voila! Works very well.

Darryl Musick
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Friday, July 31, 2020

The Move: L.A. Will Not Let Go So Easily


We've said our goodbyes to family and friends, packed everything up, and now it's moving day...the Sunday of the long President's Day weekend.

After years of drought, nature has blessed our Golden State with record setting rain. That includes Southern California and, of course, our moving day. We're fairly lucky as it's sunny with just some intermittent sprinkles as we load up the moving truck.


It's about 3 hours until the movers have the truck loaded. I've budgeted another 2 hours to clean the house and garage after they leave. The plan is to try to get at least to Visalia...about 70 miles north of Bakersfield...then drive the rest of the way to our new home in Amador County the next morning.

The problem is that we have to transit over the San Gabriel Mountains along the way. A massive storm is settling in and the snow level is predicted to be 2,000 feet. At the summit of the Grapevine on Interstate 5 (the main route over the mountains out of Los Angeles), the elevation is 4,144 feet.

You can see that the math is not in our favor, I'm only hoping that time is and the storm can hold off until we get over the top.

Listening to the weather reports, it's not looking good. My wife is trying to get a lot of little, unnecessary stuff in before we leave like staining scratches on the wood floors. I tell her the buyers bought the house and agreed to the condition it is in...it is way more important to get out before we're snowed in. I wish I could have been nicer about it but urgency was making me more demanding about it than I usually would be.

Not too happy, she finally stopped, we got in the van, and hit the freeway as soon as we could.

Listening to the traffic reports on the radio, we hear that it's already snowing on the Grapevine. Cars are only being allowed with a Highway Patrol escort and is delayed for hours. We know that detouring through the desert via highway 14 through Palmdale and Lancaster would only add an hour in normal circumstances.

Letty checks the traffic reports on her phone and notes that no restrictions or delays are on that route, so just past the edge of the San Fernando Valley, we take the exit to the 14.


The rain is now coming down. The other side of the freeway is empty. Soon, we see why.  A very big and nasty accident soon comes into view on the other side. Luckily, no one on our side is slowing to look and no serious injuries seem to have taken place.

For the next 45 minutes or so, the rain kept up a steady beat and the wind was howling. Just before Mojave, in the community of Rosamond, snowflakes started to mix in with the rain drops.

Not long after that, we had a true blizzard on our hands as heavy snow blew sideways as we inched our way along the freeway. There was a little let up in Mojave but we could see dark clouds and more heavy snow to our left...our next leg over the mountains towards Tehachapi.


Climbing the mountain, the snow picked up again but wasn't sticking to the road.  At the top in Tehachapi, we saw a Jeep Wrangler that had just slid off the road, kicked up against a fence about 100 feet off to the side.

Luckily, no one was hurt.

We soldiered on and, after clearing the summit and heading back down, the snow turned back into rain.

Breathing a sigh of relief, we continued on to Bakersfield and then Visalia. It was dark now and we were tired of driving. I pulled out my phone, looking for a place to spend the night. It turned out the best looking option was the parking lot I was in...the Wyndham Hotel next to the airport.


I walked into the lobby and a suitable room was available. We loaded out of the van, ate a nice dinner at the hotel restaurant, and spent a not too restful night in the hotel.

That was a very tough drive.

The next morning, it's another meal at the hotel and off we go. About three hours of driving gets us to our next destination, the Jackson Rancheria Casino Hotel, about 15 miles from our new home.

We'll be spending the next three nights here while the former owners of our new house move out.

For now, it's a precious couple of days to relax. The next hard part will come in a day or two.

Darryl Musick
Copyright 2019 - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Lake Tahoe and the Motherlode, California & Nevada

 

On our third day, we ended up wasting a lot of time because some locals told us the best swimming lake in the area was Bear River Lake high up in the mountains above Jackson.  After a two-hour drive, we find out that there is no wheelchair access.  At all.
Back down we went.  Nice drive, but disappointed in not being able to do anything.

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Yesterday was wine tasting day (part 2) where we ended up spending just about all day at Story Winery.  Not complaining at all because it’s one of my favorite places but we did miss one winery I had wanted to visit, Vino Nocetto.
Vino Nocetto is known for their sangiovese.  They make several varieties and vintages of the grape Italians make into Chianti.  It’s a nice little winery and I love the little hot dog stand statue they rescued and now display.
The wines themselves, however, are ok but not as spectacular as I’d expect someone who specializes in it to be.  The sangiovese we had yesterday at Drytown Cellars is definitely much better.  Still, nice people, good wine, and they press some outstanding olive oil.  We made sure to take some of that with us.
Back in Sutter Creek, we make it back to J&D’s Steakhouse.  This time I actually have some appetite so I split a rib eye with Tim.  What an excellent, succulent, tender, and moist piece of meat that was.  If you’re anywhere in the area, make sure you stop here for a meal or two.   After dinner, we head back to the hotel done with the day.
We’re getting an early start today.  Letty is skipping her morning run so we can go.  It’s just some fruit, coffee, and milk from the hotel’s tiny little breakfast bar, grabbed on the way to the car.
Why?  It’s a 90 mile, two hour drive to today’s destination, the jewel of the Sierras, Lake Tahoe.
I have some history with the lake.  Back in my earlier days, I was a competitive skier.  I’d hit the slopes 2 to 3 times a week during the winter (yes, an expensive habit that turned into an expensive sport).  My buddies and I would always celebrate the end of the season by spending our spring breaks getting a cheap hotel room by the casinos and skiing at a different Tahoe resort each day.
For a time, it was actually my goal to relocate to Truckee when I finished college and live the life of a ski bum.  Then I met my wife to be and got real.
As you can tell from above, most of my Tahoe travels have been in the winter.  Today is two days before Labor Day, the last blast of summer.
From our base in Sutter Creek, you have your choice of two routes.  Highway 88 has some spectacular scenery and goes over a high pass.  Highway 50 is a bit shorter and can handle near freeway speeds for much of the route.  Still a nice drive scenically but has a tight, hair-raising, cliffside descent into the Lake Tahoe area.  50 is the quicker route which is more important than scenery today.
A benefit from spending so much time here in my youth is that I know the local’s shortcut.  Coming into the lake from the south, you’ll hit all the tourist traffic if you keep following highway 50 all the way to the Nevada border.  You’ll skip a lot of that and save a ton of time if you turn east on Pioneer Trail before you get to the airport.  It’s an easy back road that skips all the lakeside traffic and rejoins highway 50 just before it hits the border.
We drive past the casinos and just beyond where the main part of civilization ends.  Our destination is up ahead on the left, Round Hill Pines Beach.
Down a little road through the forest, we reach the parking lot and pay our $8 parking fee (the fee changes periodically due to the expected crowds.  It can range from $7 to $10).  Two handicapped spots are available.
We arrive at 10:00am.  Our plan was to eat when we arrived but an employee tells me they don’t start serving food until 11:30.  The bathroom is tiny, barely accessible, with no privacy at all so I change Tim into his swim trunks in our van. 
Our first task is to take a walk around and scope out the area for things to do and wheelchair accessibility.  There is an accessible pier out into the water.  It is a bit narrow and has no railing or bumpers at all.  You need to exercise extreme caution if you are to roll your chair on it.  At least the water is crystal clear so the rescuers can find your body easily if you go off the side.
On this side, there is no way to get a wheelchair onto the sand but at the other end of the building that houses the bar and snack bar, it looks like there is a driveway onto the beach that would be suitable for a wheelchair.
On the other side of the parking lot from the beach is a heated pool.  At first glance, it does not seem to be wheelchair accessible with stairs leading up to the gate.  On closer inspection, we notice a side gate.  It’s unlocked, so we open it and there is a 3 inch step into the pool area.  Nearby is a wood shed and I find a thick piece of plywood that makes a great impromptu ramp so in we go.
There is no lift or ramp into the pool.  In situations like this, I take Tim in his chair to the edge of the shallow end of the pool and ease him over the side.  It’s a bit of a challenge, but I get his legs through the inner tube we’ve brought along that allows him just a bit of independence in the pool.  Don’t worry, I’m in there with him watching like a hawk.  Thank God I’m strong enough to lift him if need be.
We’ve got the pool to ourselves at this early hour.  It’s kind of dead but I also have room to work and time to do it.  An hour or so of swimming around and then we’ll head over to the beach.
Drying off, we leave the pool and head over to where we saw the driveway to the beach earlier.  Gingerly, Tim takes his chair down the packed dirt ramp to the sand.  On the sand, it is firm enough to drive on for a bit so we head towards the lake until the sand starts to soften.  We get about 15 yards out before we decide that the sand is getting too soft for the heavy power chair.  I think if we had his lightweight manual chair, we could have gotten very close to the water.  No worries, that’s why we went swimming in the pool first anyway.
Letty and I get our beach chairs and towels from the car and set up on the beach.  We’re in prime real estate in front of the grill and the bar.  Slathering on the sunscreen, we get some hot dogs, a sandwich, and some fish tacos & pina coladas from the bar.
It’s a bright, beautiful, and sunny day on this gorgeous stretch of sand on the edge of Lake Tahoe.  The mountains rimming the lake still have a few veins of snow and the water is crystal clear.  I decide to take a dip and get up to my knees before deciding that this glacially provided melt water is just too cold.  Another reason that visiting the heated pool first was a good idea.
Canadian geese mingle among the beach goers while we soak up the sun, watch the boats ply the waters, and gaze out among our fellow visitors to the sand.
If you’d like a bit more shade, large day tents are for rent for $25.  Want some more adventure?  You can rent jet skis and kayaks.  Parasailing is also available and for a more relaxed adventure, you can take a tour of the lake on one of the larger vessels.
To sum up, you can relax on a beautiful semi-private beach…cold adult drink in your hand, swim in some of the purest crystal clear water you’ll ever see, take some laps in a heated pool, and enjoy some outstanding mountain views, all for the price of parking.  At the state park down the road, where you’ll only get half of this, you’ll pay $5 for parking so the three extra dollars are certainly worth it.
Yes, it could be just a little more accessible but if you’re with friends or family, you’ll manage.
We leave after a late lunch and head back down to the Motherlode.  Going back up the grade on Highway 50, we notice that traffic is backed up for miles.  Lucky we started early or we’d never have made it to the beach.
Back in Sutter Creek, we make our way over to the Sutter Creek Gold Mine, about a quarter mile from our hotel.  It’s a still working gold mine here in the Gold Country.  The tours into the mine are generally not accessible but if you call ahead, they can arrange a tour where you’d transfer into a seat in the mine vehicle and stay there for the entire tour.
We’re not here to do that today.  Instead, we buy a couple of bags of dirt from the gift shop and head outside.  A flume of water is rushing by and some pans are lying about.  We grab one and…following the directions in the bag…dump our little baggie of dirt in and fill it with water from the trough.  It takes time but after much swishing in the rushing water, we find a few tiny little nuggets of gold left behind when all the dirt is washed away.  With our second bag, we find a few more and put the 9 or 10 little nuggets into the little test tube full of water that was provided.  With that, our career as gold miners is over.
Since the hotel’s close by, we head back to rest up for our last dinner.
After a rest and showers, we head back to Plymouth to the Dancing Bear for dinner.  In part 2 of this trip, you might remember that the owner invited us back on Saturday to hear the great guitarist he had playing there.  We enter through a back side gate into their lovely patio.  The hostess says no tables are available.  Luckily, the owner remembered he’d invited us and he felt obliged to live up to his word.  Tables were re-arranged and enough room was found so that we could sit and have dinner.
The guitarist was good and the setting sun also set the mood.  A bottle of local wine was brought out and we ordered some samples of their barbecue, smoked for hours on the adjacent smoker.  Brisket, chicken, and wings were all brought out.  Only problem was that they ran out of the delicious, bacon wrapped smoked jalapeno poppers we had the night before.  More were in the smoker but it would be another hour before they’d be ready.
No problem, we said, it would make a great dessert!  Bring ‘em out when they’re ready.
As the food came out and the music played on, we dined on the very good chicken.  The brisket was good, especially in the fatty ends, but a little bland in the middle.  The smoked wings were incredibly delicious.
A nearby couple had order a bottle of local barbera but only drank one glass and donated the rest to our table.  We traded some tastes of our zin with them and waited for the main event…the smoked poppers.
Finally, after we’d just finished the rest of the food, out they came.  Just as incredibly good as it was a couple of days ago.  Hot, smoky, spicy, and creamy.  We had some outstanding food this week but we crown this item the best we had.
Finishing up the trip, we recount the times we’ve had.  Great baseball in Sacramento; steak and wine at J&D’s in Sutter Creek; wine tasting across Amador County; smoked bacon wrapped jalapenos in Plymouth; a great day at the beach in Lake Tahoe; and finishing up trading tastes with locals at the Dancing Bear. 


(NOTE: The Dancing Bear has since closed)
On the way home, I have a couple of more things I want to take care of.
First, I head out via highway 12 out of Jackson.  After stopping by a local fruit stand, we end up in the little town of Lockeford.  This town is known throughout the state for its little meat market…Lockeford Meats…and their vast array of sausages.  It’s not uncommon for lines to form down the block as people wait to get to the butcher counter.


Not too bad today, I only have six people in front of me.  We get some of their famous Dakota smoked bratwursts, some Bavarian sausage, Italian sausage, jalapeno sausage, and some jerky for the ride home.  The meat goes into our cooler while we head across the street to have big cowboy lunch at the Country CafĂ©.


Leaving Lockeford, we gas up and head south to Bakersfield for our last stop.  Whenever we come this way and head home, it’s time to clean up so I have to always stop off at the best car wash in the state, Cruz Thru on Coffee Road.  It’s like having my own pit crew as I pay my $5, the attendant takes my trash and gives us coffee and lollipops, the crews scrubs down our car, and we head home shiny and sparkly.
-Darryl
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Monday, July 27, 2020

Amador County Wine Country, California


(Please read our Covid 19 Statement first - Ed)  In Part 1 of this trip, we have a very enjoyable day of baseball and candy in Sacramento before heading up to the Motherlode country for a mediocre hotel, a great little steakhouse, a nice kitchen shop, and a slightly depressing Gold Rush era downtown.

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Today, we’re heading for wine country.  My pick for the best wine country experience has always been Amador Country.  It’s one of the oldest grape growing areas of the state and is home to California’s oldest continuous operating winery.



Between our hotel in Sutter Creek and the highway lies the tiny town of Amador City, population 213…the smallest incorporated city in California.  It does have a downtown and the five cars that make up the rush hour are parked at Andrae’s Bakery.  Inside, fresh coffee, cooked to order breakfasts, bakery treats, artisan cheeses, fine wines, and Belgian beers await.  We pick up a baguette and a couple of hunks of cheese for later and some coffee for now.

We start off at Drytown Cellars.  Winemaker Allen Kreutzer is pouring tastes at the counter to spell the usual woman who works there while she’s on a little break.  We start with the whites, which are crisp and refreshing and are on sale…today all whites are $10 a bottle.  The lady returns and Allen steps a few feet away and continues to fill the oak barrels from the fermenting tanks.  We start on the reds.  Zinfandel, barbera, and sangiovese.  All are very good and the sangiovese will be the best we have on this trip. 

A couple of dogs wander around and one goads us into a game of fetch.  The other, a Jack Russell terrier, takes exception and steals the ball, growling at anyone who might want to take it away.
A half case purchased and put into the car and we’re off to the next stop.
In Plymouth, we make the right turn to head east into the Shenandoah Valley, the county’s main grape growing and wine making area.  Over two dozen wineries dot the back roads here.

Our next stop takes us off the main highway, then off of the secondary road leading to the bulk of the wineries here, off of a spur at the edge of the Consumnes River canyon, and down a one lane road to the dirt and gravel parking lot of Story Winery.
This is just about my favorite winery anywhere.  In an old miner’s shack…past the sign reminding you to beware of rattlesnakes…is the tiny little tasting room.  That sign is not in jest…last year, Letty and I spent time here when I helped the ladies in the tasting room look for a rattler that was wandering around the entrance.  The serpent slithered under the shack, never to be seen…by me at least…again.
We see none today.  One thing I really like about Story.  It’s frequently hot and dry here in the Sierra foothills.  Whenever you walk into to the tasting room, the first thing they offer…before the complimentary tasting…is a free glass of chilled champagne.  Not only does it really hit the spot on a hot day, it gets you in the mood quickly for tasting.

While we all start off with our sips, Letty quickly gets sidetracked talking with the lady behind the counter.  It all goes back to last year, they used to sell some of the best chocolate chip cookies you’ve ever tasted here.  My wife asked who made them and the lady that did wasn’t in that day.  Today, she’s manning the tasting counter.  When Letty finds out it’s her, she immediately sets in to grill her and compare recipes and completely forgets about the wine.
Oh well, Tim and I continue on.  Another aside is that Tim is not a fan of wine tasting, at least until today.  I think that had to do with the fact that in the past when he was a child, he’d have to wait while the adults would have their fun.  Now that he’s an adult, he can join in. 

He starts off a bit bummed but then something happens…this wine stuff actually doesn’t suck!  Soon, he is in a much happier mood and we’re all having fun together.

We make our purchase and take a chilled bottle of their chenin blanc out back to the picnic area with some borrowed glasses.  Just downhill a bit from the tasting shack is a shaded area with picnic tables right on the edge of the vineyard that rolls down the hill into the canyon.  It’s a spectacular sight and my favorite picnic area.

Some bread, cheese, and a couple of those Jelly Belly packets from the ball game are our light meal to go with this great bottle of wine.  We just snack, talk, and generally have a good time just hanging out together in this wonderful place for a couple of hours.

Batteries recharged, we head down the road as the time is slipping away.  Most of the wineries are now closed for the day but we have 30 minutes before Villa Toscano closes so we pull in. 

With Andrea Bocelli wafting over the speakers, this recreation of a Tuscan villa holds the tasting room here.  There’s also a bistro next door, but it is already closed for the day.  The gentleman behind the counter is jovial and helps us with our tastings.  Another group at the end of the counter belongs to the wine club here, so the guy behind the counter quickly introduces us.  Now, he says, we can qualify for the member’s prices on the wines because they extend it to their friends.  Since we were introduced, we’re now their friends.  I get a case of their great zinfandel…usually over $200…for $99.  About $8.25 a bottle.

That’s how it goes here in Amador County.  The winemakers are laid back.  They still offer free tastes of their wines.  Nobody has any pretentiousness and it is no sin if you haven’t the slightest clue about the wines.  Exceptionally good red wines with most wineries willing to cut you a deal if you’re serious about buying.
Next, it’s over to downtown Plymouth where we will spend the rest of our evening.

In the town’s little central park, there’s a farmers market going on.  Actually, there are only 3 stands selling produce, all vegetables with the exception of a few clusters of grapes at one of them.  Another stand sells a buffet dinner for $10 and Sobon Estate winery offers five samples of their wines for $5.

A singer accompanies himself with a CD player and we browse through local honeys, cookbooks, and see if the singer knows any of the songs we request.

Afterward, we walk across the street to the Dancing Bear Bar in the old Plymouth Hotel (1883) and have a Margherita pizza from their wood-fired oven.  It is delicious but we’re still hungry.  We get an order of their jalapeno poppers.

(NOTE - Since our visit, the Dancing Bear has closed. Shame, it was a great restaurant. - Ed)


The server brings our order.  The peppers are just about black, actually not too appetizing, but we give them a try anyway.  Oh my…what great poppers these are.  It turns out that the jalapenos are stuffed with chile infused cream cheese, then wrapped with bacon, and smoked out back for two hours.  Incredibly smoky with that creamy heat coming from each pepper.  I’ve never had a popper taste like this before.
Soon, a tall man comes over and asks how we liked them.  After waxing on about how great they were, he tells me he’s the owner and he takes me out back to see the smoker.  It’s a large, industrial metal oven that he’s feeding oak logs into the bottom.  He opens the door and there’s briskets and chickens rotating on trays over the low heat smoke.
“I’ve got a great guitarist that plays on Saturday night,” he says and invites us back to see that and to have some more of their barbecue.  Whatever we’re doing, we’re going to be sure to be back here at 6:30 Saturday night.
Keep an eye out for the finale of this trip, coming soon!
-Darryl
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Sunday, July 26, 2020

THE COCKTAIL HOUR: German Beer Tasting at the Phoenix Club - Anaheim, California


It's a rainy day here in Southern California as we try to decide where to go for dinner. The main feature we're looking for today is where we can go without getting too wet. We settle on The Phoenix Club...a private German heritage club in Anaheim which has a restaurant and bar open to the public...because I can unload Tim and Letty under the door at the portico entrance to their ballroom before parking the van.

Tim and I decide it's the perfect place to also do a German beer tasting for our Cocktail Hour fans. 


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Upon arrival, we see hordes of inebriated people streaming out of the club's large biergarten (behind the main club) and a small traffic jam of Uber and Lyft vehicles lining up to pick up their passengers. We'll find out in a few minutes that the party in the back is the Orange County Beer Festival and it just ended...at least the festival goers are being conscientious about drinking and driving.

Other than a few leftover people from the festival making things pretty festive in the Bierstube Pub, we have no issues getting in and grabbing a table so as we wait for our food to be cooked, we have a mini beer festival of our own tasting the following five German beers:

Spaten Lager - a very lightweight, refreshing lager from the large brewery in Munich.

Benediktiner Oktoberfest - smooth, slight syrupy marzen style beer.

Erdinger Dark - a deceptively smooth and tasty dark beer with no mustiness or heavy bitterness associated with a lot of dark beers.

Erdinger Hefeweizen - an extremely light and weak tasting hef beer.

Schofferhofer Grapefruit Hefeweizen - a very fruity and smooth hef, tastes like orange juice.

Tim is picking the dark as his favorite beer. Me too, to be truthful,but the Oktoberfest is just as good and it's on happy hour pricing while we're here so I'll go with that for my dinner pint.

It washes down this pork schnitzel Cordon Blue very nicely...



...or perhaps you'd enjoy the jagerschnitzel better?



Tim's just fine with his currywurst, though.



Cheers!

Stop by the Musick Channel Garage Sale to pick up some treasures from our stash of over thirty years of collecting, like these great Liberty Falls collectibles which would look great under your Christmas tree.




Darryl Musick
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Friday, July 24, 2020

Sacramento and the Gold Country, California

 


(Please read our Covid 19 Statement first - Ed)  When traveling, the question is “fly or drive?”  Today, we are traveling to Sacramento from the Pasadena, California area…a distance of 407 miles.  Flying time would be an hour.  Arriving at the airport, an hour before takeoff.  Being with a wheelchair, add another hour to that to make sure airline and airport staff can get you on the plane and seated together.  Another 40 minutes to an hour to drive to the airport, then a half hour to collect your baggage and another to get to the hotel…if it is nearby.  You might also need to rent a car if public transit options are not suitable (but in Sacramento, they are pretty good).

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So, we’re talking about an investment of five hours…at least…and around $350 for three people flying.  The drive is six hours…not counting food, fuel, and bathroom stops…plus you can easily take your power chair and have your car with you when you get there.  Gas would be about $150.  Road trip it is!

Today’s drive is uneventful with stops in Bakersfield for the delectable tacos at Los Tacos de Huicho and then again at the Love’s gas station in Ripon for fuel, bathroom, and snacks.  I have credit for a free night at Marriott, so we cash them in at the Springhill Suites just north of downtown Sacramento.
We have an accessible room, which here means a bathtub with shower bench.  Roll-in showers are available but you give up the living room of the suite to get one.  With the bench, I can easily transfer Tim, give him a shower, keep the living room space, and save the roll-in for someone who needs it more.  A roll-in would be a little more convenient, but…for me…I give up too much for the trade off here.

But…there’s no bench in the shower.  I bring this up to the front desk’s attention.  There is another room with a shower bench and they want to move us there.  I ask, “why don’t you just bring to bench to our room?”  The manager says it has to go into an accessible room only.  I tell her that we are in an accessible room but she still insists we need to move.  Some back and forth, including taking her up to our accessible room to prove it, and she finally relents.  It turns out our room had a bench but whoever had the room before us took it with them.

Please, people…leave the stuff in the room.  Someone, maybe you someday, is going to be in a situation where you need it and it won’t be there because you were selfish.

Once that’s settled, we have a nice room and have dinner before bedding down for the night.

The next day, we head over to West Sacramento and Raley Field, home of the River Cats.  The River Cats are the AAA minor league team affiliated with the Oakland A’s that play here.  Being baseball fans, we take in games at new stadiums a lot on our travels (see our Fields of Dreams page for reviews).

We park the van behind the home plate entrance and the happy parking attendant gives us several little packages of Jelly Bellies to take in with us.  We get here early because we don’t have tickets yet and want to get the best seats we can.  Unfortunately, there are not too many wheelchair accessible seats left so we have to settle for seats on the first base side but out a bit in right field.

Since we’re early, we walk over the nearby Tower Bridge.  This shimmering, golden bridge has an accessible walkway on its south side.  Just as we start to cross, a siren erupts and lights flash.  The drawbridge is about to be raised.

We get as close as we can get and watch the deck go up.  No boats are in view, so I guess that they just raise the bridge every morning at 10:00.  I’ve seen other drawbridges where this is the case…if you’re in a boat, you just want to make sure you’re there at that time.

Just a few minutes later, the deck comes down and we complete the crossing. 


On the other side is Old Sacramento State Park, a preserved neighborhood of historic buildings on the edge of the Sacramento River.  We spend some time eating the free samples at Candy Heaven, a large candy store on the edge of the area that has just about any candy you can think of.  Letty buys some candy to take with us and we take just a quick walk through this end of the park before walking back.


The game is a lot of fun and our seats are next to a lemonade and churro stand.  I make use of it to get Tim a drink and a bag of their kettle corn without having to leave our seats.  Letty and I later go to get some regular food and beer.



The food here is among the best we’ve had at a baseball game and the beer selection is incredible but the prices are pretty high for a minor league game.  Tim and I split the ½ pound Dinger Dog you see above.  It was very good.  Letty had a chef’s salad that was also delicious.  That Blue Moon I’m holding costs $11 though.   That’s more expensive than the same beer I bought at Angel Stadium earlier this month.

Prices aside, it’s a great game in a great park.  We even got to see a true baseball legend, Hall of Famer Rickey Henderson, coaching first base.  He was also very nice…especially to the ladies who wanted to take pictures with him between innings.

After the game, we were done with this very quick trip to our state’s capitol.  Now, we’re heading up to the Motherlode. 

It’s not a long drive up highway 50 where we turn off on highway 49 in Placerville and head south.  Highway 49 is the ribbon of road that connects all of the Gold Rush towns of the Motherlode.  Highway 49…forty-niner…get it? 


About 40 miles south of Placerville, we pull past Amador City and then into the small town of Sutter Creek, which will be our base of operations for the next few days.  Our hotel will be the Days Inn at the north end of town.  We get a suite, which was probably a waste of extra money, because the layout has the living room way off to the side, with no TV, and is not really conducive to using for anything other than an extra sleeping area for Tim.

The sofabed is lumpy…Tim says it’s comfortable, which is fortunate because it sure didn’t look or feel that way when I sat on the edge.  No sheets were provided for it and when I asked the front desk for a set, they brought it but didn’t want to provide a pillow for it.   When I insisted, the manager borrowed a couple of pillows from a vacant room.  We only needed one, they didn’t want to provide it, and when I complained, they brought two?

There’s a slight mildew smell to the room but other than that, the room is adequate and will give us a reason to not be there more than we have to.

After settling in, we head to downtown for dinner.  It’s about a 4 block walk from the hotel, but the sidewalks look iffy for wheelchair access, so we drive.  Upon further inspection, it was accessible for a wheelchair, if a bit bumpy, but there are many sections in the Gold Rush era downtown that are not and would require wheelers to detour into the street.  A good place to start would be to park by City Hall at the north end and walk from there…it’s the most accessible of the routes.


Looking on Yelp.com before the trip, I made up a list of restaurants that looked interesting to try.  Tonight, we’re going to J&D’s Steakhouse, right in the middle of downtown Sutter Creek.  It’s happy hour when we arrive so we order some of the delicious red wine they’re pouring tonight for just $3.  Next, it’s on to an appetizer of jalapeno chips that remind us a bit of fried pickles.  The peppers are sliced up, battered, and deep fried.  They’re served on a heaping plate with ranch dressing and are very good.    Tim has a burger and Letty has the pasta primavera.  I’m not really hungry, so I just subsist on the jalapenos, wine, bread, and Tim’s leftovers.  It’s all very good and we want to come back here again if we have time.
NOTE: J and D's has closed since this 2010 visit


The next morning, we head over to nearby Jackson, the county seat.  Breakfast is a delicious spread of waffles, pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage at the Waffle Shop on the south end of town on highway 49.


After breakfast, we take a stroll around downtown.  One of Letty’s favorite kitchen shops is located here, the Home and Farm Supply store.  Don’t let the name fool you, it’s just a really nice kitchen shop, no farm implements are to be seen.


After years in a tiny building with almost no parking by the fire station, the owners bought this vintage building up the block and have turned it into something worthy of Williams Sonoma.  Well worth a stop if you’re into cooking and the gadgets that go with it.


Walking around town afterward though reveals an old town getting ravaged by the recession.  Many storefronts are empty with “For Lease” signs on them.  Even the old Jackson Hotel, built in 1862, has a for sale sign on it.  Closer inspection reveals that the ABC has revoked their liquor license for an infraction, so that could have something to do with it as well.


The two busy businesses here today are the pawn shop and the liquor store.  Hardly a great scene.  It’s a bit depressing but luckily things will pick up once we leave Jackson behind.


Stay tuned for that part of the trip.

-Darryl
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